Apr4

Round 1 Done

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Mom had her first chemo treatment today. All in all it went pretty good. She started feeling poor so the nurses slowed down the intake. The slower it was given the better her body accepted it. We were there from 8:30 am to 3:00 pm. I can tell you that I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere beside by her side.

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I’m so proud to call her mom!!

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That’s me and Josee showing our support.

Mar20

Like A Brick Wall

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There comes a time in each parents life that they realize that they cannot protect their babies (be it less than a year old, 75 years old or somewhere in between) from seeing, hearing, or experiencing the evil this world has to offer.

Tonight, I walked into the brick wall. Face first.

As a parent I wanted to lock my 14 year old up in her room so that she isn’t exposed to the things she told me about. But unfortunately that isn’t an option. I listened. She cried. I told her she did the right thing by talking to me and for being supportive of her friends. Her friendship means a lot to them right now. Nothing can make the situations that they are in better. But having a friend to talk to has to make them feel better. I offered to talk to her friends if they didn’t want to talk to their parents right away. I understand where they are. It sucks.

Mar8

I Want to be a Momma Hamster

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Some days I wish I was a momma hamster.

Or a momma burying beetle.

Or even a momma long tailed skink.

Why and what do these critters have in common? They are known to eat or dispose of their young. Around our house the last 3 days have been just shy of hell. Both Jenny and Ben are acting out and just simply being shitasses.

Jenny has been a typical teenager with back-talking, slacking off with her chores, and trying to play one parent off of the other. I know, she’s a teenage girl. But damn. Kids should not talk back to their parents, cuss at their parents, and should always do what they are told. Welcome to real life, it’s not gonna happen. Again, I apologized to my mom the other day for being a shitass teenager. Jenny has not spoken to me since Wednesday night. Earlier today I got a text message, “Sorry for my attitude and the way I talked to you.” While I was waiting for a while to respond to her text another text came through. This time from hubs, “Can I please go to church with Shelby? I finished all my chores and did extra laundry. I’m sorry for my attitude this week and it’ll change. Also, I got a C on my physics test.” (clearly this is a text from Jenny that hubs forwarded to me) After being told NO she continued to text and have friends text to see if she could spend the night or to ask why she couldn’t spend the night. After returning to work from lunch hubs got a call from the school. Apparently, Jenny went to the office and told them that she was spending the night with her friend and needed to let them know. Thankfully (for us not so much Jenny) the school called to confirm. Later tonight should be interesting with a follow-up conversation about that.

Ben came home on Wednesday night with a note from his teacher explaining how he was doing so good in class and that he was going to be recognized at the award ceremony next Monday. He had gotten his book report done early and was as sweet as could be. Yesterday, hell no he was a completely opposite child. I had a note telling me that Ben had lied to his teacher about his book report, lied about pushing another student, and had pulled a chair out from another student while they were going to sit down. Are you kidding me?!?!?! Is this the same damn kid? So as part of his punishment he was told that he would not be participating with the electronics party his class was having today.

Ben: You all hate me.

Me: No we don’t.

Ben: Yes you do. I can tell you hate me. You don’t want me to have any fun at all.

Me: No, if we hated you we would let you get away with acting like this. Each action has a consequence. And unfortunately, you made some bad choices at school recently and you are having to deal with the consequence for your actions.

I imagine that it is devastating to have your iPod taken away from you. But you know what, I survived my entire childhood without one so I think he will be fine.

A bit later, he was in the shower signing “Everybody hates me. Nobody likes me. Tomorrow is not going to be fun.” I had to chuckle because it was so sadly cute.

It’s so difficult being a kids.

Mar7

Boobs, Boobs, Boobs, and More Boobs

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Today started out as many days do.  Get up, get ready and go to work.  Yep, I consider that a good day.  (Not to be confused with an extremely f-n great day which consists of nothing besides laying on the beach drinking mojitos at 10 am)  So all of that is done.  I am at work finishing up some things from our past weekend of work.  Reports ran and analysis done.  Check and check.  Lunch time rolls around and it is time to go pick out and play with my mom’s new boob.  (She decided after the mastectomy to get a prosthetic boob/bra thingy – not sure of the actual name.)  So we are at Hanger’s (kind of a cute name for a prosthetic boob place huu?  Well they do more.  All kinds of prosthetic things legs, feet, arms, you name it.  I think I like the name better when I thought they just did boobs.) and we are having a good time in the waiting area.  Laughing and carrying on, you know like we’ve never done before this whole cancer thing.  It’s great, my mom and I had a pretty rocky relationship while I was growing up.  Then I grew up and learned some pretty important things and realized why her personality is the way it is.  But now, it’s changed.  She’s changed, I’ve changed.  It’s amazing.  Anyway.  So we go back to the room and she gets measured for symmetry and tries on some bras and different boobs.  Meanwhile, I am sitting in the chair fondling a boob.  A prosthetic boob, not a real one.  Don’t get your hopes up.  Mom is really relaxed and having a good time.  I was pretty excited, not only did I get to pick out my boobs but I got to pick out my moms left boob.  Six years ago when I picked out my boobs I would have never thought that I would ever be picking out a boob for my mom.